Hubby and I were out and about yesterday, running some errands. At one point, we were stopped at a traffic light, waiting for it to turn green, sitting behind a pickup truck. The tailgate of the black pickup was filled with text. Quite a lot of text. In columns even. It appeared to be a documentation of the owner’s entire time in military service, where they served and what years, along with the training they…
Recently, my husband and I were watching an old episode of The New Detectives, a crime show that investigated actual cases, on Netflix. During a particular episode in which a guy was found to have killed an ex-girlfriend, it was revealed that he had been referred for anger management classes. Upon hearing that term, I realized that it seems to have faded away from public consciousness. It was a term that was used a lot…
Erik and I spent the last few days helping our son Ian, his fiancé, and their roommate move to a new townhouse apartment. They had lived in their old apartment for about 10 years, so there was quite an accumulation of stuff to move. When you’ve got furniture, loads of boxes of heavy books, and other household paraphernalia to move in a short period of time, finding efficient ways to move it without killing everyone’s…